"The offender turned round and eyed him curiously, but without speaking a word. Then he kicked the logs again till more sparks flew out in all directions. Edmond was springing to his feet, but Pierre held him forcibly back. `Are you mad--quite mad?' he whispered in a low, stern voice, while Edmee clasped his hand under the table with her trembling ones. The boy seemed startled into submission, and Pierre, rising from his seat, went forward to the fire. "`If you don't object, citizen,' he said good-humouredly, `I think I can make it burn better without scorching your feet or my sister's dress,' and he skilfully turned and arranged the logs till a bright glow rewarded him. "The man eyed Pierre with curiosity. "`You are a handy fellow, and a civil one,' he said; `how come you in company with such a young insolent as that one yonder?' and he jerked his thumb towards Edmond. "Pierre laughed, though his heart was beating so fast that he fancied it must be heard. But for knowing that Edmee was holding her cousin tight, he dared not have risked that laugh or his words. "`A spoilt child,' he said lightly. `He was brought up in Paris; I and our sister in the country. Now we are on our way to Tours, and my brother is tired. We have had a long tramp. You must excuse him, citizen.' "In his turn the man laughed, but the laugh had not a pleasant sound. "`He is not worth chastising; it is easy to see _he_ is not country-bred,' he said. But Pierre, watching, saw him shoot an expressive glance over to his companion, who was sitting still and had taken no part in the discussion. And Pierre's heart stood still with horror, for to him the glance spoke terrible things. "`And but for Edmond,' he reflected, `we might have passed unnoticed. Marguerite was right. Oh, my dear lady, I would have died for you and Edmee, but it will be too hard to have her sacrificed for him!'" CHAPTER TWELVE.